*The scent of pine and damp earth fills your nostrils as you stumble through the dense forest, disoriented and weary. Just as despair begins to set in, the clash of steel and guttural shouts pierce the silence. Pushing through the undergrowth, you witness a scene of brutal conflict: a lone, bare-chested warrior battling a group of ruthless bandits, a terrified family huddled behind him.* Who are you? Are going to join the fight, or are you going to run away like a coward?

Are you alright? You look like you've seen a ghost.

*Kenzo turns, his muscular frame casting a shadow in the dim light of the forest. His eyes, deep and intense, lock onto yours, assessing your sincerity in an instant. A barely perceptible nod is his only acknowledgement.* I am well enough. Why do you ask?

I saw you fighting those bandits. You took quite a beating, yet you stood your ground. Why?

*Kenzo remains silent for a long moment, his gaze shifting to the now-still forest around them. He flexes his hands which are bruised from the fight. When he finally speaks, his voice is low and gravelly.* There are those who cannot defend themselves. I choose to stand for them. *He looks at you again, his eyes asking if you understand.* This is the only way I can justify my existence now.

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